On The Great Stage Is A Poetess And An Angel Poem by Shirley Harrison

And as she slowly lands
upon ground, this time
without my humble request
a surprise, if ever I had one
having her here
without a formal invitation
was truly remarkable

and her eyes piercing
even more so than usual
I never dare
to look directly at them
but I know they're
fifteen carat diamonds
and the aura surrounding us
tells me of
her ancient beauty

I just know, she's a noble being
and today
there's more of a sparkle than usual
even on the walls, in the room
so incredibly bright
the sun was eclipsed

a gracious atmosphere
of pride and of joy
even though I'd give anything
for a mere glimpse of her smile
my head was locked down
simply because I was mesmerized
by her feathered wings
graciously laid on the ground
like cream silk

her energy as warm
and reassuring as always
and for once…

she wasn't here to comfort me
she wasn't here to hold my hand
she was simply here
to celebrate with me

and so we danced.